Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.